Rachel Franze I see the people. Flannel pajamas Blue striped, white striped pajamas. Bodies, gas chambers, As I came closer and closer, I saw dead bodies. and then I saw more and more bodies. We are we here? They took my parents. They took my identity. What did they want from me? I did not know. We were not at ease, we did not know what they could do with us. A guard began shooting at me. I was very frightened. And then we understood this must be very bad. What did they want from me? Nothing was important as long as we survived. And then I thought, They are not going to take my soul.
I see the people.
Flannel pajamas
Blue striped,
white striped pajamas.
Bodies,
gas chambers,
As I came closer and closer,
I saw dead bodies.
and then I saw more and more bodies.
We are we here?
They took my parents.
They took my identity.
What did they want from me?
I did not know.
We were not at ease,
we did not know what they could do with us.
A guard began shooting at me.
I was very frightened.
And then we understood this must be very bad.
What did they want from me?
Nothing was important
as long as we survived.
And then I thought,
They are not going to take my soul.